Deer Isle, Maine
Just southwest of very chi chi Bar Harbor (pronounced “Bah Hahbah” for all us hicks out there) lies Deer Isle. It’s a place for artists, lobstermen, clammers, wooden boat builders, artists, those who use “summer” as a verb, and artists. It’s a beautiful place with shores composed of granite and limestone boulders and dense forests. When the mosquitoes come out at dusk, give up and go inside.
All the communities are small and filled with artists who moved there 10 to 20 years ago, before land values escalated too much in the 90′s.
Stonington is super quaint with a beautiful harbor and Blue Hill is a picture perfect (wealthy and touristy) small community. There were no hotels but small, mom and pop accommodations. Eating places for every budget. The folks who “summer” there are known as “from awayers.”
High temps in the 70′s, lows in the 50′s. I can see why “from awayers” “summer” there.
